Chorus: My desperados, we call 'em gambinos!
n***as like Melchior, Reginelli, and Pheno! (x2)
[Pheno]
This life I lead, homicides in the street
So much a misery, labeled a breeder
So I'm a threat to society
Real with k**ing, worldwide mafia figures
Thug n***as who keep there f**ing fingers on triggers
To the day that I'm leaving, till they stop me from breeding
I bet all this motherf**er did was make up the reason
For caskets, till I (?) find him dead up then blasted
The get away call, we left him stinking up in traffic
It might be drastic, f**ing with these desperados
n***as like Melachior, Reggenilli, and Pheno!
Chorus (x2)
[Reginelli]
17 shots, coming straight to your soul
Reginelli, i'm down to ride with my desperados
Me and my Gambinos, we strap tight and all black
Bout to hit the f**ing streets, bring the bullet combat
You know the gambinos, we call them desperados
We train to k**, and fill a b**h n***a body with holes
My trigger fanger is burning, silver bullets you earning
You co*karoaches wanna f** with me, let's go on a journey
Gambino Family, my click, label me a thug breeder
If I die, bury me with my heater
They wanna k** me and make me number one eighty seven
Any n***a run up wrong, n***a I bust em dome
Cause I refuse to let a b**h n***a bury me
I stay strapped and I take this war sh** deep
I swore to die for my motherf**ing gambinos
And not to worry, I'm down to ride with my desperados
Chorus (x1)
[Melchoir]
Me and my desperados, busting at you b**hes through stormy weather
Nine milli berrettas leave you haters with bloody sweaters
Popping these b**hes thats coming for our failing riches and snitches
Going to pay the cost, trying to f** over these mob figures
My art of war is unknown, busting you b**hes dome
Pistol packing that chrome, look at them n***as running home
I make moves with Reginelli, Pheno, and Gotti
You getting rowdy, feel the blast from my twelve gauge shotty
You punk b**hes gonna respect this n***a
I'm the craziest motherf**er, always token a trick
Got my hands on four fives, n***a feel my fury
I'm busting slugs until I'm buried n***a, behind my desperados
[Gotti]
I take these motherf**ers across my ties
And I swear on my life, these motherf**ers gonna die
Give me the four fives and a vest, and they marked for d**h
Picture me and my desperados snatching your breath
It's time they call the don, representing on track
Where my family in this b**h? n***a, how you love that?
See the money in my eyes, so i'm chasing for stacks
f** around if you wanna get your b**h a** wacked
The many macs with this rapping and jacking i'm staying strapped
For these b**h made n***as who wanna leave me back
But f** that, i'd rather grant an SKS
And put these coward a**, b**h a** n***as to rest
And you can put that on my motherf**ing tatted arm
A hundred strong desperados busting your dome
And it's on, gambinos burn the spot like Saddam
And I tell a motherf**er, dont cross me wrong
Chorus (x4)